From a Facebook post Jan 31st 2021 – Again I almost didn’t write. I wasn’t “in the right headspace” But like a tap on the shoulder… a whisper in my ear…” just start” the rules of the road say I don’t worry about quality…just quantity. And I’ll be honest I felt a little raw…(4 hours of improv class will do that) I was “drained”
but I opened up the page and just wrote… POEM. and well … here is another first draft poem
Halfway Home
There was a poem that as a child felt like home
Halfway down the stairs, it went
Not up or down
Away but here
It wrapped me in understanding
And made me feel less alone
I followed those words
To worlds made real
In chapters of mystery
In rhymes of fantasy
In the magic of fiction
Dreams seemed possible
The world felt welcoming
Each day I’d walk by that step
On the way to school
And I would lift my chin
Leave behind my sacred space
To battle with reality
But that step
It was always there
The words. The words were always there.
I’ve forgotten the words sometimes
But they, they have never forgotten me
